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Tolly & Jasper: Tolly’s Boy

 

“My penis came!”

I dashed down the hall, oversized box in hand, doing my best not to trip, until I got to the kitchen. Tolly sat at the table, holding his tablet and shaking his head. He seemed to do that a lot.

“Tolly!”

He closed his eyes for a moment and drew in a deep breath. He exhaled, then opened them, giving me a super-sweet, but really fake smile. I knew, because I’d seen my fair share of them in the past.

“Have we not, on more than one occasion, talked about shouting in the house, Jasper?”

Yup, that’s me. Jasper Andrew Michaelson. Honestly, I preferred the nickname the kids had given me when I was younger. Jam. How awesome is that? Well, at least until I found out that it wasn’t just because of my initials. It was the fact that I was always in trouble of one sort or another. Was it my fault people didn’t know how to have fun?

Broken Wheels hits #1 in the US!

Crybaby

“Cole, why on earth do you stay with him? He’s such a crybaby.”

I clenched my fists and walked away before I hurt the guy who was now a former friend. It wasn’t the first time someone had asked me, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear, especially considering I’d once thought of Pete as one of my better pals. The question he asked had been tossed out by more than a few people, which led to the end of several friendships, because no way would I let someone belittle him. The ‘him’ in question was my husband of three years, Daniel ‘Danny’ Hayes.

Our initial meeting was such a fucking turnoff. It was at a mutual friend’s wedding where I was the best man to the guy who’d been part of my life since we met in middle school. I was there when he met Celia Vander Vale. The sparks between the two was instantaneous, and I knew one day we’d be in this position. Miles told me there was no one in his life he’d prefer to have with him as his best man, and I was only too happy to say I’d stand there as he took his first steps into his new life.

Our pupper died this morning

 

The black and white one. His name was Casey and he absolutely adored K.C. Wells. When she’d visit, he’d stare at her longingly. It was sweet to see.

The Letter: A Links in the Chain short

The Letter

A Links in the Chain short

The town of Crivitz, Wisconsin was small by most standards. The population was only 1,079 but they were mostly friendly types. When Aiden and I went to grab a pizza at the Hot Stone Pub, we were greeted warmly. No one made mention if Aiden was using his walker or the wheelchair, and they treated him as one of their own, despite the fact we only came up a few times a year.

We’d been together three years now, and life had been great. Mostly. Aiden and I didn’t have problems different than any other couple. Finding time together was always a challenge, especially since his stained glass business had taken off. Everyone in our family—my folks, Tom and Galen, Lincoln and Noel, Aiden’s sister, Livvy, Marco and Andy—had all bought things from him. Then Marco showed them to his parents, who loved the work so much they ordered things they could sell in their floral shop. Then the customers who bought from them showed others and…. Yeah, my guy now had a fulltime job, and he was over the moon happy because now he felt like he was contributing to the household.